| Your money isn't power, so forget the green | |
| It's just feeding the fuel | |
| What makes the world go round? | |
| The same thing that lights the flame to burn it down | |
| It's a capitol brainwash you must have avouch | |
| Call it your purse, more like suicide pouch | |
| Paper ain't a mean to pacify | |
| When your wisdom is in your wallet, you can kiss your ass goodbye | |
| Rectify, this living policy is shit | |
| And all its lies got you choking on your own spit | |
| The seam has split, so spit or swallow | |
| But your lead | |
| I'll never follow | |
| So you can wallow in your own chaotic world | |
| A puzzle pieced by our imperfections | |
| Close your eyes, seal your lips, walk in fear | |
| Now do you see what | |
| I can see? | |
| Can you hear what | |
| I hear?Your fucking trophies, your sexual treasures | |
| Just hide the pain beneath your simple pleasures | |
| Desperate measures for desperate times | |
| Searching for answers, it won't let you find | |
| It seeks to bind and then steal tomorrow | |
| Your heart is hallow, your mind is fried | |
| Soul is void, flat-lines will never lie | |
| Despite your actions, | |
| I will persevere | |
| Now do you see what | |
| I see?Can you hear what | |
| I hear?Hate, rage, greed, sin | |
| Ripples in the water, wrinkles in the skin | |
| Our own little perfect world | |
| A puzzle pieced by our imperfections | |
| We see no evil, we hear no evil | |
| We're all just victims of a perfect world |